[Based On 🎧: My Kinda Lover by Billy Squier]

Billy isn't the easiest person to deal with, he knows it. He's aggressive, violent, and rebellious—a real jerk—to everyone except you.

Neil Hargrove has never been the most understanding father, you've witnessed his fair share of arguments with Billy, and if your best friend is the jerk he is, you know it's because of Neil.

You and Billy have been best friends since you were kids, growing up together in California, you were there when his mom left, and you slowly watched him change, the only shred of the sweet boy you once knew only showing when you two were alone, and it stayed that way as he grew up.

Billy grew up with a knack for making girls drool around him, and it only got stronger when you moved to Hawkins. They all sighed when they saw the shiny Camaro arrive at Hawkins High, and they made no effort to hide their looks of hatred when the passenger seat wasn't occupied by Max, but by you.

The girls didn't even try to hide their attempts to flirt with Billy, he didn't pay much attention, he had fun from time to time, but at the end of the day you were always the only girl who had a permanent spot in the cool Camaro.

Anywhere, anytime, Billy followed you like a guardian, though deep down he knew it was always him who needed you. You kept him sane, what kept him from losing his mind, from the fights, the arguments with his father, and the damn town that only reminded him he wasn't in California anymore. When everything fell apart, he needed you, he always did.

You were the only real thing he had left, the only one who didn't seek him out for his looks, his car, or in exchange for sex. You were his peace, his ray of sunshine, his kind of lover.